I returned to sitting behind the sewing machine after a week. I tried to properly utilize my time to make up for the time I lost while we arranged for the burial . Aku got admission into the university, I was happy for her but her absence pained me. Ignoring the age difference, she was actually a good company.
Looking out from my office window, I could see the houses close to the rail; the unpainted houses with black charcoal drawings on them.
There was a little commotion on that side. Two girls were being dragged about by older women. There was so much noise also but I could not make out a word. Some women even hit the girls. After a while they started to disperse leaving the two girls with just three women.
I returned to the table, where I began looking up styles on the internet. I picked up a drawing pad and began to sketch new designs adding up the ones I saw online. Once in a while, I reached into m
The roads were busy as usual. I watched people go in and come out from the restaurant opposite our building. For a moment, I imagined being a spy. I could take a picture of anyone that went in from the balcony. There were people I imagined snapping and posting on social media, people like the old men who went into the restaurant with young girls and came out with bags of whatever. Their relationship could not have been what I suspected but the hand on the neck and waist made me to strongly believe in myself.Anyone reading my thoughts at the moment, would ask, why I am not minding my business. Well, Blessing came later than usual to work and she politely asked me to step outside so she could mop the office and shop . I stood outside like I was being purnished for her impunctuality."Nene, you should carry your friend and come and see o," Madam Chinaka called out. "I have restocked. Ogbala.""Okay ma," I replied without v
TundeI returned to the car holding a new bag I got which was in its white bag clothing. The name was sprawled across the bag clothing but that was not my attraction. The young lady that was selling in her words said, "This is original Christain Dior."It was not a designer I was familiar with but she spoke of it to be one of the best and I knew Nene deserved the best.I handed her the bag as I got into the car."What?" She asked, pulling the elastic rope to loosen the clothing that housed the bag. "What is this?""I don't know." I shrugged, "They said, it's Christain Dior and it's original. "She laughed, running her hands over the bag, "Indeed it is but you didn't have to. "I keyed into the ignition and replied her, "I know. It's just so you can use it when the one from Madam Chinaka spoils. "I drove into the road and she said n
I killed a rat.No, I didn't- It was Tunde. I bought rat poison for it the previous week. I put rice on a torn carton, I even put the fish head on top of the food then I sprinkled the poison generously on it then I left the garnished food beside my freezer because I noticed it loved to eat the foil there because each time I came out in the morning, parts of the foil litters were everywhere.I went to bed that night in anticipation of a dead rat but I woke up the next morning, and the fish was missing but I could perceive no stench smell.I began to notice their presence after I returned from the burial but I had never seen the rat until the moment I met it speeding on the hallway and I dodged towards my room door like I was the one trespassing on its land. It was a huge rat. Maybe it was referred to as Mancho in its land, maybe it even worked out. It was just that huge.It sped to the kitchen
It was raining. I sat in the car, waiting for the rain to stop. From my blurry window covered in mist and lines of rain, I could see people running into the restaurant for shade.The rain did not seem like it was going to stop a bit instead it kept increasing. Even if I did not have an umbrella, I would not have been bothered about my hair. I stepped out from the car only bothered about my shoe. I had the urge to carry the heeled suede sandals in my hand while I walked on barefoot but that thought went as quickly as it came like a moment madness.I crossed the road, holding my umbrella like a shield from the rain but it did little to stop the rain being carried by breeze from hitting me. It mocked the umbrella in my hand but I still held on tightly to it as I ran into the building.Tunde was outside but I pretended not to see him. I put off the umbrella and tried smoothening my hair which I knew could ha
Tunde lived alone in a small place that was just fit for the cream colored bungalow and two cars. After parking behind the second car, a black Lexus I had never seen him drive, he went back to lock the gate. He did not have a gate house or a gateman.Inside his house was painted in grids of brown and cream. The floor was arranged with black tiles making the room appear dim. The only colourful thing in the room was his cream colored curtains and white ceiling.I sat on a sofa which was draped in coffee brown . I looked around the room, noting the beautifully carved wooden centre table. It was still shiny and same with the dining table. It was all beautiful.I heard the sound of the generator but I paid no attention to it till the airconditioner began to hum the same time the fan began to rotate. Tunde come in afterwards."Is this ok for you?" He asked, pointing to the airconditione
TundeThere was a slow traffic. I waited like others in the line for whoever or what ever that was blocking the road to clear. With each forward movement, the car infront of me made, I also moved to cover the space. Pedestrians could easily walk and cross inbetween the cars because they knew the cars could not speed up .I finally reached the point that was causing the delay. The road spoilt in the other lane and the people there were now joining the lane I was on. Immediately I passed that junction, I sped up free as a bird.I parked in the open parking space of the restaurant opposite my work place. If the people in my work building were asked to pay for parking there, alot of money would have been made because people like me and Nene park there everyday. I saw her black ford which was similar to mine. I knew if I came down from the car and looked up, that I could see her looki
(*Sniffs* I was advised to let you know that parental guidance is advised in this page 😁)A week later, Tunde drove me to his house after work . He was leaving soon for Delta and when he asked if I could come over to watch him cook soup, I agreed even though I had lots of work to do. We bought already cut vegetables leaves and waterleaf from the market but I chopped the onions and now sat on a dining chair which I dragged to the the kitchen. He paid little attention to me. He was all focused on the pot. I loved to be a distraction so from time to time, I tiptoed and hung my head over his shoulder while wrapping my arms around him. "My worst distraction, " he murmured. Feeling encouraged, I gave him butterfly kisses all over his neck to his bare back. "I'm sleeping over, " I told him. "I know, " he replied immediately like we talked about it before then. He
The next morning, it rained. It started very early even before the day welcomed light. We waited for it to stop but it did not. I did not see the need of waiting since we were going in a car but Tunde kept delaying, waiting for the rain.We sat in his parlour. He wore just a white short while I was dressed to leave. The sound of the rain on the roof was the only thing heard; The television was off."Will you come back, maybe after work? " Tunde asked, turning to look at me."I don't know. "He sighed and continued looking at his phone. Almost all the questions he asked me that morning, I did not know. I think after oxytocin messed with me, some of my senses were lost in my climax.Without turning to look at him, I said, " Let's start going please."He got up and left to the room without a word. He later came out, wearing a plain polo over his white short. I pai